He Can Give Me What You Cannot.

Lying Under Such A Myriad Of Stars. The Sea’s Black Horizon. He Rose And Walked Out And Stood Barefoot In The Sand And Watched The Pale Surf Appear All Down The Shore And Roll And Crash And Darken Again. When He Went Back To The Fire He Knelt And Smoothed Her Hair As She Slept And He Said If He Were God He Would Have Made The World Just So And No Different.

By Day The Banished Sun Circles The Earth Like A Grieving Mother With A Lamp.

Because The Question For Me Was Always Whether That Shape We See In Our Lives Was There From The Beginning Or Whether These Random Events Are Only Called A Pattern After The Fact. Because Otherwise We Are Nothing.

He Can Give Me What You Cannot. Death Is Not A Lover. Oh Yes, He Is.

I Tried To Put Things In Perspective But Sometimes You're Just Too Close To It.